If Some Appalling Disaster Befalls, There's Always

If Your Life At Night Is Good, You Think You Have Everything; But, If In That Quarter Things Go Wrong, You Will Consider Your Best And Truest Interests Most Hateful.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Your Very Silence Shows You Agree.

Lucky That Man Whose Children Make His Happiness In Life And Not His Grief, The Anguished Disappointment Of His Hopes.

Hate Is A Bottomless Cup; I Will Pour And Pour